tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281666398840435572014-10-14T07:54:51.740-07:00The Noticing GameThe Game Had Only Two Rules:
1. Look for Something Interesting
and
2. Share it.Gloria Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12676407325488273952noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166639884043557.post-39604525644488603482010-03-09T13:47:00.000-08:002010-03-09T14:00:54.546-08:00Perhaps a Gift, From St. Valentine Himself<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/S5bCgALZVMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/l0IR1v0cHyM/s1600-h/IMG_3078.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/S5bCgALZVMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/l0IR1v0cHyM/s400/IMG_3078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446754654410593474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">St. Valentine's Day </div><div style="text-align: center;">Cobble Hill Farm </div><div style="text-align: center;">Middlebury, Vermont</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"> Our yearly pilgrimage to Aunt Peggy's farm</div><div style="text-align: center;">On this less-than-typical</div><div style="text-align: center;"> mostly-snow-free occasion</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are, My Love and I</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Taking in the Greenery, as we always do</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reveling in the Spectacular view</div><div style="text-align: center;">When we come across this lovely Gift</div><div style="text-align: center;">From, perhaps,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> St. Valentine Himself</div><div><br /></div></div>Gloria Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12676407325488273952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166639884043557.post-27751005715899991252008-10-11T18:16:00.000-07:002008-10-11T18:29:30.001-07:00Lantana and Leaps, Instincts and Rhythms<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SPFQvUDXRdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/U7fkEHusHUw/s1600-h/grasshoppers+and+Lantana.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SPFQvUDXRdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/U7fkEHusHUw/s200/grasshoppers+and+Lantana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256071013884970450" /></a>**If you look very closely, you'll notice the grasshopper on this beautiful Lantana I was watering on my Deck the other Day.**<div> <div> I was excited to see it because:<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Grasshoppers Symbolize</span>: New Leaps Forward in life. Trust in you own instincts and Rhythms--The ability to take Chances and Leap Forward--and the courage in Doing So.</div><div><br /></div></div></div>Gloria Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12676407325488273952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166639884043557.post-18900328603073898892008-10-11T18:06:00.000-07:002008-10-11T18:31:01.159-07:00Fat and Lengthy EarthWorms on Usual Jaunts, and Executive Decisions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SPFNuqGuVgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/dal7HzNigMM/s1600-h/worm.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SPFNuqGuVgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/dal7HzNigMM/s200/worm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256067704089892354" /></a>**A Fat, and lengthy Earthworm slithering through the leaves and rocks on one of our Usual Jaunts through Marsh Creek State Park**<div><br /></div><div>I've made the Executive Decision, as we speak, to include Native American Totem symbolisms when Animals, Insects or Reptiles are Noticed, So here Goes...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Earthworms Represent: </span>Growth, Regeneration, Healing and Reflection.</div><div><br /></div>Gloria Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12676407325488273952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166639884043557.post-10885216819899180332008-10-11T17:20:00.000-07:002008-10-11T18:39:46.442-07:00Caterpillars and Spiders and Totems, Oh MY!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SPFDMYi7DuI/AAAAAAAAAj0/L3HKDf8sZwc/s1600-h/catepillar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SPFDMYi7DuI/AAAAAAAAAj0/L3HKDf8sZwc/s200/catepillar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256056120144498402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SPFDMfZw-MI/AAAAAAAAAj8/DMaW2WCGeXI/s1600-h/spider.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SPFDMfZw-MI/AAAAAAAAAj8/DMaW2WCGeXI/s200/spider.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256056121985136834" /></a><div>**Side By side, crawling up my house was this unlikely Pair. A VERY large spider and a wooly Caterpillar. This was the second VERY large Spider I saw outside my home, and not long after, We found a few indoors! Right before bedtime, in the bedrooms, no less. Eeek! Not My cup of Tea**</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Interesting Note</span>:</div><div>As Native American Totems, Animals, insects and</div><div>reptiles are representative of lessons we are called to learn. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">The Lesson of the Spider is</span>: Balance, Wisdom, Creativity and Communication. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">The Lesson of the Caterpillar is</span>: preparedness for transformation, and the quality of inching along, or moving slowly, moment by moment, for the greater good of the transformation ahead. </div><div>(Synchronistically, I keep hearing the song "One Step at a Time", By Jordan Sparks)</div><div><br /></div><div>I have never failed to see a connection in the out-of -the ordinary animal sitings, and what's happening in my life at the moment.</div><div>Happy Trails....</div>Gloria Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12676407325488273952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166639884043557.post-16966289800247404562008-09-18T18:55:00.000-07:002008-10-11T18:34:46.387-07:00The First Fluffy Caterpillar of Fall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SNMKqUD5GzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/McwDLAOjnLg/s1600-h/catapillar+crossing"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SNMKqUD5GzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/McwDLAOjnLg/s200/catapillar+crossing" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247549712872577842" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>**I almost stepped on this fist fluffy Caterpillar of the Fall.<div> He lifted his head up from his fast paced escape to pose for this picture. </div><div>So glad I didn't step on him.</div><div> So, I expect, was He.</div><div> Captain and I encountered him at the very lovely Marsh Creek State Park, One of our Favorite Spots.**</div>Gloria Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12676407325488273952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166639884043557.post-34621046037512887182008-09-18T18:38:00.000-07:002008-09-18T19:02:56.159-07:00A Fallen Nest, and a Blue Heron, But Not in That Order<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SNMIHjHZ4_I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kA1QUuJDT9I/s1600-h/fallen+nest"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SNMIHjHZ4_I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kA1QUuJDT9I/s200/fallen+nest" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247546916595164146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SNMIH1G5TjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/O7mTNjUAkcc/s1600-h/thetreefromwhichitfell.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SNMIH1G5TjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/O7mTNjUAkcc/s200/thetreefromwhichitfell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247546921424866866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">**This time, to Captain's Dismay, only a quick walk on a short trail in a small park along side<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Rt. 202.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Captain Spies a Fallen nest, and the tree from which it fell, and not a moment earlier, the lovely surprise of a Blue Heron, in an unexpected place. Couldn't unholster my Iphone camera quick enough**</div>Gloria Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12676407325488273952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166639884043557.post-65394885611790839342008-09-02T06:49:00.000-07:002008-09-18T18:10:36.398-07:00The Noticing Game, and How it All Began<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SL1MwIg7-hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZgXGWzwoVE4/s1600-h/found+stuff"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-9lqO-bSZo/SL1MwIg7-hI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZgXGWzwoVE4/s200/found+stuff" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241429931132189202" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">When My Children Were Little, and I'd take them for walks or hikes or camping, I taught them a game called the Noticing Game. Since I was the type of kid myself who noticed a lot, especially outdoors, and found it quite fulfilling, I wanted them to share in it too. <br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Game Had Only two Rules:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Look for Something Interesting</div><div style="text-align: center;">and </div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Share it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My kids are teenagers now, and, well, It's harder to get their attention that way. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I, on the other hand still like to play It. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The Intention of this Blog is to Show You Things I've Noticed while Walking or Hiking. Sadly We don't do much camping any more, but The Noticing Game can be played just about any place, together or alone, and if you leave it for a while, you can always return, For the Noticing Game is Especially fond of Prodigal Sons</div><div style="text-align: center;">and Daughters.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Welcome.</div></div>Gloria Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12676407325488273952noreply@blogger.com3